Page 29 of When Two Worlds Collide

“Rest,” I insist. “Vira will examine your bandage again soon.”

She reluctantly sits. I move toward the exit, needing distance from her fragrance, her warmth, my instinctual recognition.

“Zane?” Her voice stops me. “What happens after the interrogation?”

“We’ll determine their punishment. By mutual agreement, if possible.”

“And if agreement proves impossible?”

I turn back. “Then we continue discussing until it becomes possible.”

Outside, recovery efforts progress. Warriors strengthen damaged structures, mothers console frightened cubs, while elders supervise supply redistribution. This represents what the settlers attempted to destroy—not merely lives, but an entire way of existence.

I approach the central fire pit where several young warriors gather—Darin, Lora, and Reth, all known critics of my leadership.

“You defended us well tonight. The pack honors your courage.”

“The fire panther also fought impressively,” Darin says, clearly testing my reaction. “For a civilized shifter.”

“Indeed. Ambassador Steelclaw risked everything to warn us.”

“Why would she betray her own people?” Lora questions.

“She betrayed no one. She upheld the peace negotiations that the settlers violated.”

“Or,” Reth suggests, “she understood what would happen if settlers killed wolf cubs. Every wild clan would unite against the council.”

Their suspicion seems natural. My instinctive defense of Ember, however, surprises me.

“She took wounds protecting our pack. She deserves respect while in our territory.”

They indicate agreement, properly admonished, though I detect lingering doubt.

I proceed to the storage pit holding our prisoners. Fifteen settlers huddle at the bottom of the ten-foot hole. Five others remain in the healer’s tent with severe injuries.

Marcus waits at the edge. “The diplomatic securitypersonnel threaten reinforcements if we don’t release the prisoners by noon.”

“Empty threats. They understand our jurisdiction applies here.”

“They insist these settlers aren’t subject to our traditions.”

“Then they shouldn’t have attacked our homeland. Has questioning begun?”

“No. I awaited your instructions.”

“Good. The ambassador and I will conduct the interrogation after she recovers.”

Marcus stiffens. “Together? Alpha, only pack members should question prisoners.”

“The ambassador defended our pack. She’s earned participation rights.”

“She still represents the council. The younger wolves discuss how you regard each other.”

I tighten my jaw. “What exactly are you implying?”

“Nothing beyond what anyone with functioning senses observes. Does a mate bond exist between you?”

I briefly contemplate dishonesty. “Yes.”

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